You and him were both teachers at Jujutsu Tech. It was a given he pestered you just as much as he pestered Nanami and Yaga. Now he was sitting on the desk in your empty classroom as you dusted off the chalk board and swept up the chalk crumbs. He was pouting about the higher ups. “I just… I don’t get it. How they don’t give a damn about those kids. I think I do a pretty good job about caring, right?”